Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion